Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2006 4:24:20 -0800
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Bitch-brian, Part NINE
It turns out that one of Master Bert's favorite activities was
watersports, so he had outfitted his play barn accordingly.
Along one wall there was a line of ten claw-foot bathtubs for piss
play. They were custom made, not antique, and were much longer than the
originals. The ones on the ends of the row were made of clear plexi-glass,
allowing spectators to watch as the boi in the tub was slowly covered in
piss.
On the wall hung a collection of various tubes and funnels for wet
play, all freshly sterilized.
I decided both brian and bobby needed some lessons in watersports, and
took them by leash in that direction. Brian, of course, was on all fours in
punishment for losing the mechanical bull contest. That left his cute ass
exposed, and more than a few guests gave him a good swat with their hands
or crops as he crawled along at my side. By the time we reached the tubs,
the bitch's butt was bright red.
I put brian in one of the clear plastic tubs. Bobby went into the solid
one next to it. To both bois' cocks I attached rubber sheaths I had brought
along for the purpose. At their tip was a six foot tube, and at the end of
it was a small cock-shaped rubber plug with a large piss slit opening.
There were eyebolts attached to the tubs in various locations. I used
rope to secure them both stretched out hands above their heads in the
bottom of the tubs. brian the bitch was face down in the clear tub, his
sheath-tube stretched from his cock to the tub next to his and onto a
curved piece of metal that ran from the tub to a position a little above
the bobby's mouth. Bobby's tube ran from his cock to brian's ass, into
which it was inserted. The row of tubs was positioned below a metal walkway
that ringed the barn about ten feet in the air. It gave partygoers a way to
watch all of the action, and in this case, a nice vantage point to wet down
the bois.
I grabbed a pair of plastic funnels and put one in bobby's mouth and the
other in the bitch`s ass, next to the cock-end of the bobby`s sheath,
securing them with some duct tape. Standing back, I gestured to the men
above to aim for the targets.
It only took a few seconds for the first stream to start, some of it
hitting the bulls-eye of bobby's funnel, but plenty wetting down his head
too. He gulped down the piss like a man in a dessert. Soon two more streams
joined the first, wetting bobby's body, running from head to foot in wide
arcs, always some hitting the funnel.
The bitch wasn't being ignored. The funnel in his ass was filled with
piss , which was slowly seeping into him. Some of course splashed out of
the funnel, soaking his back and starting t fill the tub. From the side of
the clear tub you could see the piss accumulating in the bottom, slowly
forming a solid pool for the bitch to lie in.
A second shift of men took the place of the first and so on, resulting
in an almost constant stream of fresh piss splashing into the bois tubs. In
between, some of the men next to the tubs would add their own...I pissed
twice, whispering to the bois to let them know they were getting their
Master's golden liquid.
During this entire process, brian and bobby were solid rock hard,
filling their sheaths with solid boi-cock. The extacy was still keeping
them in their own floating world.
After an hour or so, Bobby had taken so much piss into his stomach from
the funnel that he started recycling it through his cock. His sheath and
tube carried in over into the bitch's ass, and then the bitch himself
needed to go, so the piss would leave his sheath covered cock and return to
bobby's mouth. It was a marvel of recycling technology, and any number of
Masters took photos and drew diagrams of my design. Wish I had gotten a
copyright!
I kept a close eye on brian to make sure his nose was above the rising
piss level. He was holding his head up a bit to keep it from being
submerged, but his mouth was covered, and I swatted his ass a few times
just to watch his mouth open involuntarily and take in some of the piss
when he opened it to yell. I kept half an eye on him while starting a
conversation with a very handsome tall dark-haired Master who seemed to
have several bois attending to him.
"Each one has a specialty," he told me. Todd-Boi there is a foot
cleaner...this tall skinny blond here is a pit-boi...here, let me show
you!" He called over the blond and ordered him to give my pit's a good
cleaning. His tongue worked wonders, and it was easy to see he was really
into sweat and pits. The boi inhaled my musty pits deeply as his tongue
made pass after pass through my tangled pubes. His tongue seemed especially
long, and I found myself errect as he worked on me. Once he had finished
with me, a line formed and he started working on the pits of dozens of
Masters and sometimes, their slaves.
His Master, who introduced himself as Samuel, then ordered a short
brunette boi over to our side. "This is Andy the Ass-licker," he told
me. Andy kept his eyes down like a good slave, but I could see a slight
blush on his face.
"Care to try him?" Samuel asked
Looking over to make sure my own bois were OK, I took him up on it,
leaning against the side of the barn and lowering my jeans to the floor. I
wasn't wearing underwear, of course, so I immediately felt Andy's tongue
working my hole, slipping in and out, bathing the coarse hairs at the
entrance to my asshole. He was good, I'll say that, keeping me turned on so
much that I had to stop him to prevent myself from spilling on the floor. I
wanted to save that for a willing mouth and face. As with Todd the pit
washing slave-boi, a line formed for Andy too, and he was soon happily
showing he owned the ass licking franchise at the party!
It was time for me to retrieve the bois, who by now were filled inside
and out with the byproduct of all the beer being consumed at the party. I
untied them and removed the funnels and tubes, leading them by their
leashes to a stall where I tied their hands to the rafters above them and
parked them to dry. I closed the gate on the stall to let them rest for a
few minutes. Both of them were standing in piles of horse shit, so it
wasn't like they were going to sleep or anything.
Freed of the bois for a while, I decided to find another of Master
Samuel's specialist...a deep-throat cocksucker named swallow. Samuel order
him over and he immediately took his place on his knees in front of me. He
was about 20, brown hair cut short and very muscular. We wore only an old
black dog collar and skintight black leather shorts. With a nod from
Samuel, swallow opened my zipper, pulled out my semi-hard cock and started
sucking. It's always a turn-on for me to be serviced by a muscular
appearing boi, and swallow could pass for a Top anywhere. But right now he
was busy taking my growing cock to the hilt. He set up a rhythm, passing my
cock head over the deepest part of his throat over and over, seemingly able
to take all of me no matter how hard I became...a task neither brian nor
bobby could accomplish.
Samuel decided I needed a little more stimulation, so he called over
two more boys, positioned one on either side of me and had them start
sucking on my nipples. It was immediately clear that nipples were their
thing, they expertly used the tips of their tongues on each tit, giving
occasional little bites with their teeth...but never too hard, and that was
all I needed. A minute later I shoved my way as deep as I could into the
suck-boi and poured my baby maker cocktail into him. He took it all without
the slightest indication of discomfort. When I pulled out, he licked my
shaft clean, not satisfied with what he had already sucked from me.
I thanked Samuel, gave him my phone number and told him I owed him a
session with my bois, who I hoped would improve in slave skills enough to
satisfy him sometime in the future. Right now they had dried off, and stunk
of the piss and sweat that had coated their slave bodies over the past
couple of hours.
Bobby has proven himself to be completely obedient...had willingly
returned to slavehood after his stint as a Master of brian, and I decided
he had earned a return to master-status. I went to the stall and untied
him, taking off his collar and walking with him to a shower area of the
barn. Using warm water and soap, I helped wash him down and then knelt in
front of him and gave him my best oral stimulation, sucking his balls and
licking his shaft, sending him into sexual oblivion. He was still under the
influence of the drugs, and it took him only seconds to shoot, filling my
mouth with his teen cum. I immediately French-kissed him, sharing some of
his sperm with him, playing with his little nipples at the same time.
"You've been very good bobby...you're earned your way back to being
the bitch's Master," I told him with true affection. From my magic
traveling bag I pulled out a pair of tight black jeans and a
stretch-tank-top, getting him dressed again to show he was no longer a
subservient cocksucking boi.
"Thank you...er, Sir?" he offered.
"You can call me Jim," I told him, using my real name with him for the
first time ever. "Let's go find the bitch and show him who's in charge
now!"
Bobby held his shoulders back, proud of his restored status and ready
to display it to brian, remembering how badly brian had treated him when he
was the boss back in the department store. It was payback time. Again!
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